#hairsbreadthfromdeath

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Whumptober Day 3 Hair’s Breadth from Death

Fandoms: Youtube Egos

Characters: Chase Brody, Jameson Jackson, Antisepticeye, Henrik Von Schneeplestein

Relationships: Schneeplebro

Prompt: Gun to Temple

Trigger Warning!! Suicide VIA Gunshot, SH talk(slight detailed), mentions of rape/abuse/drug&alcohol addiction, past suicide attempts, suicide notes

Any further reading is not under my responsibility, so if you choose to ignore these warnings, that is on you. Not me

Today was the day. The world had just pushed him too far this time and he was done. Done with his constant struggle for custody. Done with the struggle of his addictions and bad thoughts. Done with his exs constant harassment and assault. He was done. Done with everything. Chase Brody, now at his breaking point had no other option. He’d do it.

Flashback to just a few hours ago, he had gone to his ex wife’s home to try and talk about custody exchanges and hoping she’d agree to something..anything.

Chase had been sober the entire day, and knocked on the door. Stacy opened up and rolled her eyes, sending a snarky remark once more. “What do you want? I’m busy jackass” Chase slightly bit the inside of his cheek, keeping himself from going too far. “I..want to talk about the custody exchanges...I would like to know if..we could..uhm..maybe agree on something”

The kids in question were Grayson, age 7 and Samantha, age 4. Two kids they have been fighting custody for three years. Chase would be happy with even only one day out of the week or a week out of the month to see them. Anytime would be nice..

Stacy grimaced and let him inside. 

Although it wasn’t what Chase had expected, as Stacy began to be extremely sexual with him. Despite what they had discussed, it happened again..

Past times while Stacy and Chase were together where were several times when Stacy would beat, or touch Chase in multiple areas while he begged her not to since it made him uncomfortable. Sometimes she’d take it too far then hurt him when he said no. All to keep control and power over him, to make him fear her.

After that ordeal, he just spent hours in the bathroom sobbing uncontrollably as a few of the others had tried to convince him to let them inside and to convince him to talk about it, to no avail.

Fastforward to the present..

Chase stayed up all night, writing this note, putting his deepest thoughts into it. He knew what he wanted to do. And he knew how it was going to play out. With that, he pulled out his phone and started a live, knowing Stacy would see it. She usually always does, just to harass him more. 

“Hey..what’s up dudes. It’s Chase Brody here...” He said, in an almost monotone like voice; all sullen and dark..all..hopeless and bleak.

“I’d like this to be known as my last stream on this platform..I want to say how grateful I am..to have gotten this far. Almost 10 million subscribers who liked my content and me for who I am..” He gave a soft smile to the camera. “But I’m saying this will be my last goodbye to the world..I have been doing some thinking and I feel like it..it’s time..I don’t know how much longer I could handle this..pressure I’ve felt for a long time. I’m not saying it’s any of your faults..none of you are responsible for this...”

He removed his hat, leaving it on the doorknob. Chase took a deep breath..he was ready. Rolling up his sleeves, revealed deep gashes, cuts and other self inflicted wounds. He sighed, rolling them down yet again and pulling out a box from underneath his bed. Opening it, revealed a 44 caliber handgun. An old one but still had one bullet in the round.

Pressing the end of the gun straight for his temple he took another deep breath. “Stacy..If you’re watching this I just want you to know one thing..”

“Take care of the kids for me..I wish you the best and I love you..” 

And with that..he pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, blood and brains shot everywhere against the walls and his door as his body fell, limp..and lifeless.

The next morning the birds chirped, as Henrik went to Chase’s room to talk to him. He knocked. No response. He tried opening the door. It’s still locked.

The German was taken aback by this, now thinking of the worst that could ever happen and he quickly ran to get Anti.

The Glitch responded quickly, telling Henrik to step back before kicking the door down. Once the two laid eyes on Chase’s corpse, which had now gone cold, pulse no longer there they both screamed. The other who was home, Jameson, responded to the screams by running over to the two as fast as he could manage but he to then witnessed Chase’s body laying lifeless on the floor.

Henrik could only let out the most heartbreaking sob, cradling the body of not just his best friend, but his lover. 

Anti noticed his phone, which had now died was sitting where it usually sits whenever he’d do one of his stupid little videos or stream. Beside the phone..was a note. He hesitated, but reached for the slightly blood stained piece of paper anyway.

“To whoever finds this note..” He began, catching the attention of both Jameson and Henrik, whom still had tears rapidly streaming down his cheeks like a waterfall.

“I would like to apologize..for not being honest about the occuring situation between me and my now ex Stacy. Over the past 10 years she had continuously abused, and sexually assaulted me. Some even ending up in rape..but nobody would have believed me if I came forward..nobody ever did. I won’t lie..Grayson and Samantha were a product of such, but I couldn’t bare to bring myself to hate them for something they didn’t ask to be apart of either just as myself..I’m sorry Henrik..for lying when I said I was clean and sober, I wasn’t..I relapsed last week, and I haven’t been able to stop..but today I’ve had enough, I just can’t take it anymore..And before I go..when you find this message, I would have already done it..just throw me in a body of water..or burn my body..anything to erase my existance from this world..I will miss all of you..I love you all..”

“Signed, Chase Brody”